Paranormal

Chapter 25

"How much?" I asked Kyle. "We got 94 dollars left only because I wanted to treat you to Tims." He smiled. I returned the smile and lead him to our room.

I took a sip from my icecapp and set it down as I tried to look deep into Kyle's eyes. "We have to talk. It's about Alex," I started, the seriousness prominent in my voice. He flipped the hair out of his eyes and nodded slightly, telling me to carry on.

"I ran into her on the streets coming home today. She was really pale and cuts lined her wrists and neck. She grabbed me by the arm and in a cracked raspy voice said, 'be careful. It's always watching.' then walked away. Later on I received a text from her saying her time was up and it's next target is one of us. 20 minutes before you got home, I got a picture from her number.." I paused to let that sink in. When he nodded, I continued. "It was honestly the worst thing I've ever seen. She was covered in blood, cuts, bruises, and she was hanging from her door.. I think whatever the fuck this thing is took that picture. Here," I said handing him my phone. "look at this." He took it and fell to his knees covering his mouth with his free hand.

I watched a lone tear slide down his cheek as I helped him to his feet and pulled him into a hug.
"It's okay Kyle. Everything will be alright. I love you." As I spoke he gripped onto my sweater and held me tight. I did the same and watched as a tear got soaked up into his sweater. I sniffled and felt his breathing get heavier. I could tell he was trying to stay strong. I rubbed his back slightly and a strained sob escaped him. I held him tighter as he grieved over Alex's death. The thing is, I don't know why he's so affected by the loss of Alex. From what I know, they only known each other for a few months. I guess death just triggers something in him. It does in everyone some not as much as others but, something must've happened in his childhood to traumatise him this much.

I pulled out of his grasp and sat down on the bed. He sat beside me. I looked at him. His eyes were red and puffy and his nose was a little runny. I opened my mouth to say the question that's been nagging me since I told him about her passing but, before I could ask, he spoke up with a shaky cracked voice.

~Kyle's P.O.V~

"You're probably wondering why I'm so affected by this. It's come to my attention that I haven't told you something important and you need to know this." I said quietly and shakily. Before I continued, she nodded. "Years ago, my mother was torn apart in front of me. She knew she would go soon but she never knew when. So, Cadence, my mother called a boys and girls orphanage and she told them to check in with her every week to make sure she was alive and looking after me." I paused and she nodded for me to continue so I did. "I was alone for a few days before they came around. When they found me I was dirty, bruised, bloody, and terrified. They brought me to the orphanage, cleaned me up, fed me and after about two weeks of being there, a new girl showed up. I was thinking I might actually have a chance at having a friend. I invited her to play with me after lunch, we listened to music, drew, found common interests as we talked. She was my best and only friend. That was Alex. I've known Alex for quite a long time. Soon she was taken from the orphanage and placed in an all girls until her dad found her. From there we lost all touch and I went back to being my lonely self until my 'mom' picked me up from the orphanage." I paused and waited for her to wrap what I just said around her brain. It's a lot of new information for her and well.. She seems startled.

Hours later I found myself up still. I checked the time. 4:56 AM. "Okay, insomnia, back off. I wanna sleep" I thought to myself. Of course, it didn't listen to me so I ended up staying up for the rest of the  night until Izzy woke up and made me take a sleeping pill.